Granted, winter is over and the weather will gradually get warmer and warmer so that by the time summer would normally begin the heat is such that every living thing on earth is dead. Nice going, you broke the world.

I wish every human armpit smelled like flowers, and every human mouth smelled like spearmint.

Granted, you now have a cloud that follows you around everywhere you go, soaking you in ice cold water. Forever. Eventually, (long after you've died from a combination of hypothermia and drowning), the water just fills up the whole world and everyone else on earth drowns too.

And I don't know who Jenson whoever IS, but I wish he "was yours"; but he obviously doesn't really care about you, and breaks your heart. And your dishes, and your computer, and your toilet, and your bank account.

AND why did I make a second entry? Gramma needs drink - hay buddy, can you spare a drink?